Work Release is completely stand alone, as is the upcoming "The Reluctant Assistant". This one however is sort of a prequel to short Obtaining Relief (that I posted in it's entirety). Immediately after writing that short story, Class Trip poured out of me. It's so long that I had to split it in two parts.
Here are the first two chapters of Class Trip Part 1...
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The sexy co-ed Brenda was excited that her university professor Miss Ophelia had managed to arrange a week-long field trip to Clark station on what was nicknamed Asimov's Rock, high above the earth. Her shorts displayed her long, toned legs as the strawberry blonde climbed on board a compartment of Earth's first space elevator, along with Miss Ophelia and 20 fellow students.
Conceived decades before it was even designed, the space elevator took nearly a century before the technology needed to build it caught up to the concept. But technology wasn't the biggest obstacle to building a link from the earth to space. Or more specifically, an asteroid placed in geosynchronous orbit. Even once the technology existed, the political will to do it wasn't there until all of earth had enacted "The Great 48" into law.
"The Great 48" wasn't directly responsible of course, but it was at the root of it. In fact it was what allowed society to advance in most areas. A straightforward law, passed in one city, than another and another until country after country passed it, unable to deny the positive effect it had in virtually every aspect of modern society.
The idea was since men spent so much time and energy trying to get laid, if it was simply required by law, that another person give them an orgasm at least once every 48 hours, most of that energy could be put to better use.
Of course the detractors decried it as the end of monogamy and marriage, that the cost was too much, women would suffer and about a million other negatives. In the end, none of those proved true.
Marriages continued, monogamy persisted, (though the occasional handjob wasn't seen as a reason to end a relationship anymore.) The cost of building and hiring people for relief stations was soon offset by the taxes brought in by all the creative businesses blossoming. It forced no women (or men) into jobs they didn't want.
The result was, across the board, once men didn't have to work so hard to get someone else to provide "relief" for them, everything got better.
Eventually the time and resources required, were allocated and the space elevator got built. Despite the scale or it, it was a fairly simple machine. Thousands of compartments on a vertical conveyor belt called a ribbon, stretching from earth to the edge of space.
The project opened up the stars to the human race.
The ride up the elevator was twenty hours, though another 2 was assumed at either end for loading and unloading. Each compartment held up to 22 people, but also had massive storage compartments, for bringing equipment up and minerals down.
As she found a seat, Brenda looked around at her classmates. She was one of only three female students in her year, they were vastly outnumbered by the men, though she took great comfort knowing that the women were the top students, in a class taught by a brilliant, beautiful woman.
Beside Brenda sat her youngest classmate, an 19-year-old named Dawn, whose ample bust was straining her white dress shirt. They were at one end of the seating area, a cramped series of chairs grouped in pairs or threes. The two compared notes about what they were hoping to accomplish while at Clarke station.
Miss Ophelia, the 35-year-old professor sat with the other female student, Kim. They weren't chatting so much as reading to themselves. The various guys in the class were doing everything from working out the velocity of the compartment relative to the Earth, to watching classic holo-vids.
It was a long trip, in a relatively small space but they were independent enough to keep themselves busy.
At about the halfway mark there was the first hint of trouble. The speed of their compartment dropped suddenly. Enough that it threw Kenneth and Sean, who had stood talking, to the floor.
"Everyone okay?" Miss Ophelia asked, as everyone scrambled to buckle in.
No one was seriously hurt, and Miss Ophelia was able to quickly get a hold of someone for an update.
"Looks like there has been a technical issue with another compartment." Miss Ophelia told her students.
"What does that mean?" Charles asked, the panic in his voice clear.
"You can relax Charles, we are all perfectly safe. It means that the compartment at the top of the elevator ribbon has lost power and they can not unload it. They have to slow all the compartments travelling up until they sort it out." She explained.
"How long will that be?" Sam, a tall athletic student asked.
"They don't know." She admitted, which elicited a series of groans from the group.
"If it is more than a few hours, they may have to stop us altogether." She told them, which caused an even louder series of groaning.
"Come on now. I expect better than this. You are all adults, don't be acting like a group of unruly children." She scolded
"Are we in any danger?" Charles asked.
"Of course not ." Kim responded.
"How do you know?" Charles pressed.
"Because I watched the safety video like we were supposed to, idiot." Kim fired back. "It's impossible for the compartment to go down on this side of the ribbon. The worst that could happen is we stop moving upwards"
"What about food or water?" asked Frank.
"Didn't anybody else watch the safety video?" Kim asked, unimpressed with her classmates.
"I did." Edward announced. "There is over a week's worth of food and two weeks of water in the first part of the storage section." He pointed to a large, sealed sliding door.
"That's right." Miss Ophelia agreed. "None of which we'll even need to worry about for another 20 hours, if we need to worry about it at all."
The discussion continued for a while after that, several students coming up with various plans on how to deal with the situation. They discussed everything from rationing their supplies to calling the authorities. When Larry proposed opening the outer hatch to send out a signal, Miss Ophelia ended all discussion by insisting everyone re-watch the safety video which explained, among other things, how Larry's suggestion was not only stupid but also impossible.
20 hours later however, Sam and Ed we're opening the sealed area holding the food and water.
Ten hours after that, the comments began. It started off innocently enough, Ferris saw Miss Ophelia bending over to unpack a crate, her tight skirt hugging her ass, and leaned over to Sam to say "A couple more hours and I'm gonna ask her to give me a hand."
Brenda asked Ferris what he was talking about, but he refused to explain.
Later Kim caught Larry numbering the girls.
"Third huh?" Kim asked "And what I am third in line for, exactly?"
"Um, nothing." Larry tried to evade answering but it was clearly sexual.
Eventually, it occurred to every guy that they were approaching the tail end of their 48 hour limit, after which they would be required by law to orgasm. The women to men inequity of the room was also abysmally clear.
When the situation could no longer be ignored, Miss Ophelia did her best to subtly get the women away from the men to have a quick chat.
"Miss Ophelia, I heard Larry say I was his second choice again, but he won't explain what that means." Dawn said, naïvely.
"Seriously?" Kim asked her. "Are you really that oblivious?"
Dawn clearly didn't understand.
"Dawn, ladies, let's be frank here." Miss Ophelia began. "We're approaching the tail end of the great 48 for some of the guys, and I don't think we're going to reach Asimov's Rock any time soon."
"What does that mean?" Dawn asked, innocently.
"Are you daft?" Kim asked
"What it means..." Miss Ophelia patiently explained "is that the men are going to start coming due for their orgasms. And since they won't have access to the relief agents on Clarke station, we may need to... do our civic duty, as it were."
"Hell no." Kim objected.
"Civic duty? I'm confused." Dawn asked.
"Dawn, sweetie, we may need to help the guys." Brenda tried to explain, to no avail. "To Orgasm."
Dawn looked at her blankly.
"She wants us to jerk off the guys!" Kim spat out.
There was a murmur among the guys closest to where the girls were chatting. They had clearly just overheard Kim.
"Kim, please keep your voice low, let's try to resolve this between the four of us before we involve the 18 young, sexually frustrated men, shall we?" Miss Ophelia pointed out.
And with that, all four women surveyed the room. It didn't take a mathematics major to work out that there were more than four guys per woman.
"I couldn't. I just couldn't!" Dawn decided.
"Well someone has to." Brenda pointed out.
"You're our professor Miss Ophelia, can't you do it?" Dawn pleased.
"Dawn, are you suggesting I service 18 men myself? Would that really be a fair thing to expect from any woman here?" Miss Ophelia asked her.
"Maybe we get Dawn to whack all 18 off, she's the youngest and has the most energy." Kim suggested, taunting Dawn.
"Do we even need to?" Brenda asked. "I mean, it's not like the authorities aren't aware of the situation. Surely they would grant the guys an exception."
"Possibly. In fact, that might even be likely. But we don't have this law in our society because we need rules to follow. We have a system in place that makes the world a better place. I don't particularly want to do this either, but sometimes you have to consider the greater good. Do you understand?" Miss Ophelia asked.
"Society made it a law because it's important, it's not important because it's a law." Dawn said.
"Yes, exactly." Miss Ophelia nodded.
"But do we need to be the ones stimulating them? I mean, couldn't they just give each other handjobs?" Kim asked, turning to the guys just as Larry was punched by Sam, after taking a swat at Sam's testicles.
"Never mind." Kim withdrew her comments. "That was stupid enough to be one of Larry's suggestions."
The women all chuckled.
"So, how do we do this. There isn't a lot in the way of privacy. So do we take turns in the bathroom? And who helps which guy?" Brenda asked.
"Meh, if we're going to actually do this, I say we just go in order of who is overdue. Their relief journals will be time stamped." Kim suggested, reluctantly.
"I...I've never actually... helped a boy obtain relief before." Dawn admitted.
"Shit. You really are that innocent?" Kim was genuinely surprised.
"Dawn and I will... assist... the first guy, in the bathroom, where I can show her what needs to be done with a little bit of privacy." Miss Ophelia explained. "Kim, Brenda I'm afraid unless you can come up with something, you'll be a little more out in the open."
"I...I don't know if I can do that." Brenda was suddenly panicked. It was one thing to abstractly know what your duty was, it was another to actually stimulate several men's penises in front of other people!
"Relax, we'll figure something out. I'm not remotely interested in putting on a show for this group of losers." Kim assured her. "If I have to do this, it's going to be purely functional. As little jerking till they squirt as possible and then I'm done. "
"Um, speaking of losers, there is at least one guy I'd prefer not to have to... assist, as it were." Brenda admitted.
"Good point." Miss Ophelia noted. "Let me know if there is any guy you really don't want to, Um,assist..."
"Larry." All three students said simultaneously.
Miss Ophelia knew it before they had said his name. Despite being 19, Larry was an immature idiot. He was also a math whiz. "Fine, I'll be the one to help Larry obtain relief. But don't think I won't remember this betrayal at the end of the semester." She joked.
"Um, but there are 18 boys " Dawn pointed out. "...if Miss Ophelia teaches me what to do with the first, um, you know, and then we split the rest of the guys evenly, that leaves one extra, y'know."
"Penis. It leaves one extra penis." Kim said bluntly. "You're about to handle several of them, maybe you should try saying the word."
Dawn looked at Kim, angered by her lack of compassion, but Miss Ophelia cut them off, suggesting;
"Let's deal with that when we need to. Not all the guys are going to need relief immediately, maybe we'll be in Clarke station before the 48 hours is up on all of them."
It was somewhat optimistic to think that, but given it wasn't a pressing issue they all let it drop for the time being.
Miss Ophelia decided to give it another hour before taking any further action. If nothing else, it gave the girls 60 minutes to themselves to prepare. She was under no delusions about how odd a request she was making of her students, but as a professor she believed she was there to teach. Civics was as legitimate a subject as any hard science, and if life was giving her a chance to show that, she wasn't going to avoid a lesson just because it was a bit unpleasant.
An hour later the women gathered in front of the seating area.
"Gentlemen, may I have your attention please." Miss Ophelia announced to the room. "I have an announcement, and I expect you to all to react like the mature, rational adults I know you to be."
A general murmur began, as the guys realized their not so quiet speculation about "The Great 48"situation was about to end.
"Kim will be collecting all of your relief journals, so we can determine when you will be due for, um, a release. Since we're still stuck here, um, the female students have agreed to... That is, the other ladies and I will, uhh, be..." She could feel herself losing her sense of authority so she stopped and took a deep breath.
"The ladies and I will be assisting you to obtain relief before the time limit expires."
There was a stunned silence from the men. Comments and jokes aside, they general expectation had been they'd all take turns masturbating in the single bathroom.
"Please keep in mind that we are voluntarily performing this, um, service and that I expect you to treat the process and the woman you are dealing with the utmost respect. Both during and after your, umm, ejaculation. I will not tolerate any disrespect. If you can not conduct yourself accordingly, you will not obtain relief from any woman, and I will personally report you as being in non compliance with the law when we reach Clarke station."
"But I can't afford that kind of fine!" Larry shouted.
"Well then you had better comply then." Miss Ophelia retorted, causing the room to laugh.
Sam raised his hand and asked "Can I ask how this is going to work, exactly?"
"We're working out a system now, once Kim has collected all the relief journals, we'll decide the order by who is closest to the 48 hr time limit." Miss Ophelia answered. "And before you ask gentlemen, no you may not request who assists you."
Kim took all the journals and Brenda began helping her sort them into order quietly on the floor in front of the seating area, and beside the bathroom.
"It's weird actually reading these, huh?" Brenda said to Kim. "Like knowing Daniel had an orgasm at 4pm on Thursday and another at 2pm on Wednesday?"
"Yeah, I guess." Kim said
"I mean, I know they all get assistance, but seeing it laid out like this...it's odd."
"And I can see why crime dropped after this became normal...never mind the aggression levels dropping, we've got a history of where each guy has been every day or two for the last six months. At least." Kim observed. "Kevin clearly went to Spain last month, for instance."
Dawn approached the pair and nervously asked, "Who, which guy is due first?"
Kim pulled out a journal and held it up for Dawn to read the cover. It was Sean's. A nice, polite guy. Exactly the kind of nice guy that Dawn was hoping to start with, if she had to go through with this. She walked away feeling better.
"Wow, that couldn't have worked out better. He'll be a good one for her to start with." Brenda commented.
"I know." Kim agreed, flipping open the journal to show Brenda Sean was nowhere near the first guy in line.
"You big ole softie." Brenda said.
"Ahh, she's so naïve, I feel bad for her. Sean's a good guy. I...I blew him at a party in first year and he still treats me like an equal. Unlike a couple of guys I've gone down on." Kim admitted.
"You blew Sean?!" Brenda repeated.
"Shhh, let's not announce this to the entire room, okay?" Kim shushed her.
Miss Ophelia and Dawn wandered back over to Brenda and Kim.
"The guys have made a stall out of blankets and crates from the storage area, its not much but it's something. Between the bathroom and the storage area there are a couple of places that, well won't exactly be private, but are better than nothing." Miss Ophelia told them.
"Oh my god, is this really happening?" Dawn asked, the fear in her voice clear.
"It is, but it's going to be okay." Miss Ophelia said, though she was feeling the nervous energy coming off her students.
"Ladies, I know none of us wants to do this, but this is our duty and I'm very proud that you are all willing to fulfill that obligation." She said, as much to herself as to the others. "Remember, you are in charge, don't let the guys forget that, and most of all, respect yourselves."
They all nodded, silently.
"Okay, who is up first?" Miss Ophelia asked.
"Sean is with you and Dawn. Kenneth is due in 30 minutes and Eugene about the same." Kim informed them. "Richard, Ferris, Kevin and Rob are all due in about an hour or so, so grab one of them when you finish with your first guy, then the next ones aren't for another hour, so we won't need to rush through them all"
"I guess I'll take Kenneth then?" Brenda asked.
Kim nodded in agreement "Yeah, okay, Eugene isn't so bad to start with."
"Okay ladies, this is it." Miss Ophelia told them, as she lead them to the small opening in front of the seating area, between the bathroom and the guy's makeshift stall. "Gentlemen, I just want to thank you for your continued maturity. This is a bit awkward for all of us."
"Some more than others." Kim half whispered.
"Be that as it may, we will now begin assisting you obtain your, um, relief" It was about then that Miss Ophelia was starting to realize what she was doing. She had been, up till that point, focused on keeping the students calm or the girls motivated to do what needed to be done, but now, in a front of a room full of young men, she was grasping the reality of what was happening. She was about to masturbate several of her students to orgasm and everyone was going to know it.
This wasn't the assumed relations that went on between her and a boyfriend (when she had one). This wasn't even the passionate release of sexual tension (like the time she fucked a former student 30 minutes after his graduation)
This was just functional masturbation, to the point that it was almost clinical. And everyone, all 21 other people, would be very aware exactly who she had masturbated. And not just afterwards, but while she was doing it. Given the cramped quarters, they would probably even hear her doing it. It was, in a word, surreal.
She tried to shake away the feelings suddenly overwhelming her and managed to say, "Sean, if you would be so kind as to join me in the bathroom."
The room was silent as Sean stood up, walked to the bathroom and entered without looking back or saying a word. Miss Ophelia took Dawn by the hand, and followed him inside, shutting the door behind them.
The silence was eventually broken by Brenda. "Ken, um, Kenneth? If you would, um, join me in the, the storage area." She stammered before briskly entering the storage room without waiting for him to respond.
As Ken headed through the large open doorway, Kim bellowed. "Eugene, you're up with me."
Kim then held the blanket/curtain open until he entered the makeshift stall. She closed the curtains, knowing full well any sense of privacy was purely an illusion. The room wouldn't be able to see them, but they would certainly hear everything.
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Miss Ophelia and Dawn Assist Sean
Inside the bathroom Sean had put the toilet seat down and was using it as a chair. The room was small, but with the sliding shower door in the open position there was enough room for all three of them. Miss Ophelia smiled at Dawn.
"Sean, if you could bear with us for a moment, Dawn here is a little, um, inexperienced in regards to how to, assist a, a man." Miss Ophelia cursed her stammering. She knew she needed to exude confidence so that Dawn would be more comfortable.
"Sure. Take all the time you need." Sean offered.
"Thank you. Now Dawn, the first thing is that you need to be comfortable. Physically you have to be relaxed enough, but mentally you have to feel good too." She instructed
"You mean, be self-assured, right?" Dawn asked.
"Yes. In a way. Take a look at yourself in the mirror. This is a functional task, but at the heart of it, it is a sexual one. So make sure you feel sexy."
Miss Ophelia took a moment to look at herself. She swept her long black hair over her shoulders, than twisted it above her head as if she was going to pin it up, only to decide to put into a pony tail.
"Now my hair is out-of-the-way but more importantly I've taken a moment to know what I look like, so I also feel prettier." She then adjusted her dress, pulling the hem up so she showed more leg and tightened her belt.
"See? I'm still fully dressed but I'm showing a bit more skin and I feel a lot more attractive."
Dawn turned to Sean. "Do you find Miss Ophelia attractive?" She asked.
"Of course." He agreed.
"That's sweet, but specifically what do you like. Pretend I'm not here and just tell Dawn." Miss Ophelia encouraged him.
"Um, I like that, that her hair is away from her face. She has a very pretty face." Sean admitted, awkwardly.
"What else?" Miss Ophelia asked.
"I like that you..." Sean began but Miss Ophelia pointed to Dawn, and mouthed I'm-not-here. He turned to Dawn and continued, "I like that she, she has nice legs so I'm glad I can see them."
"What about her breasts?" Dawn asked.
Miss Ophelia stood at attention, making her breasts more prominent while she rolled her eyes up, continuing to pretend she wasn't in the room.
"She has, I mean of course her breasts are really nice." Sean admitted.
"But my clothing isn't slutty, right?" Miss Ophelia asked, breaking the thin façade that she wasn't part of the conversation.
"No, not at all." Sean said.
Dawn turned to the mirror and checked her brown hair. It was a short, pixie cut so there wasn't much adjusting she could do. Her plaid skirt only hung to her mid thighs and she was uncomfortable pulling it any higher, she did pull up her black leggings so they extended up over her knee, leaving only a strip of skin showing between the legging and skirt. Her white blouse was already fairly tight around her ample bust.
"Excellent." Miss Ophelia told her. "That feels good to you? You're not dressed in a way that you don't like?"
"No, I like this. I mean, maybe I should loosen my top, so Sean can see my cleavage?" She asked.
"Don't worry about Sean at this point. Just make sure you feel good."
"Okay, I don't look slutty at all, do I?" She asked.
"No way!" Sean assured her. "You look amazing."
"Okay, great now let's begin. Remember, the goal is to simply stimulate him until he orgasms, which means he'll ejaculate." Miss Ophelia explained.
"I know about that. I've seen..." Dawn began, and then started to whisper. "I've seen porno-vids on the hub."
Miss Ophelia had to smile. "Dawn sweetie, you don't need to whisper. Sean can hear us, and given he's about to show us his penis, I don't think we have any reason for embarrassment in front of him."
"Sean, if you would be so kind." She continued.
Sean was nearly 21 years old, which meant he had shown his penis to relief agents every other day for nearly three years. Any embarrassment he had in doing so had long gone away, so he just casually pulled his cock out of his pants.
"He's already hard! I mean erect." Dawn said.
"Yes, I imagine the conversation we were having about breasts and slutty clothes caused that." Miss Ophelia explained.
"So, I should wear slutty clothes when I help a guy obtain relief?" Dawn asked.
"Only if you want to. One thing that is helpful to know is that, as visual as men are, just talking about things that turn them on is often enough to excite them." Miss Ophelia explained.
"Take Sean here for example, he knows that we are going to masturbate his penis using our hands, and only our hands. Isn't that right?" She asked him.
"Of course." He agreed. "Men are not to touch relief agents or expect anything other than manual stimulation."
"So he knows the only thing that is going to happen is he is going to get a handjob." Miss Ophelia continued. "But I'll bet he would enjoy hearing me talk about sucking his cock."
Both Dawn and Sean we shocked at Miss Ophelia's language. They had never heard her talk so filthy.
"I couldn't possibly suck the cock of one of my students, but there is nothing saying I can't tell him how much I would enjoy it." She reached out and took hold of his dick. "How the feel of his cock makes me want to put it in my pretty little mouth. How much l'd like him to shoot a load down the back of my throat."
Miss Ophelia had barely started stroking Sean and his cock was already dripping precum.
"See how excited he is, even though all I did was stroke him a bit?"
"But, but you said such filthy things!" Dawn exclaimed.
"But I didn't mean any of them." She defended herself.
"But, then what is the point?" Dawn asked.
"Sean, do you like it when I talk like that?" Miss Ophelia asked, his precum dripping on her hand as she gently stroked him.
"Absolutely." Sean answered "That was the hottest thing that I've ever heard."
"And there you go." The teacher said to her students. "Now, you don't need to say anything. It's completely up to you, whatever you are comfortable with. But given the unusual circumstances, and how many men we need assist today, I thought I'd show you an efficient way to get the job done."
Dawn smiled, her professor was quite the woman. So smart, so worldly and still so sexy.
"Now why don't you give it a go." Miss Ophelia told Dawn.
"Me?!" She questioned
"I find it helps if you infuse your dirty talk with a bit of truth. Men like my full lips, so I tend to talk about oral sex, but you can find whatever works for you."
Dawn was nervous, but having her professor there gave her the confidence she needed. She looked playfully at Sean. Miss Ophelia motioned for Dawn to take over stroking Sean's erect penis, like some sort of sexual relay race.
"I don't know if I could. Shouldn't I start out with a smaller penis? This one seems much too big for me to start with!" Dawn reached out and hesitantly touched Sean's penis. He smiled, enjoying the feeling of her small hand as it wrapped around his shaft.
"I've never touched a penis before." She told him, innocently. "Am I doing this right?" She asked even as she began stroking him, up and down.
"Yes." Sean told her.
"That's great Dawn, use your inexperience to your advantage."
"Sean, do you like it when I touch your...cock?" She asked, experimenting with a new word.
"Oh yes." He told her.
"What do you like. When I stroke it slow and gentle or would you prefer I do it faster?" Dawn spent up her motion as she asked, causing Sean to groan in enjoyment.
"Is faster better? Is that what will make you squirt? Or should I slow down and make sure I am doing it right?" She changed her pace again, simultaneously pleasing and frustrating him
Dawn was already doing an excellent job, impressing Miss Ophelia and eliminating any concerns she had about the 19-year-old being able to cope with the unusual situation they had been thrust into.
"What about two hands?" Miss Ophelia asked, reaching back out to fondle his testicles. As good a job as Dawn was doing, she knew most men found the idea of two women playing with their penis particularly hot, and she might as well take advantage of any opportunity to speed to process along, they each still had four more men to assist.
Her hand delighted Sean. He had, like most students, fantasized about Miss Ophelia. To have her not only jerking him off, but teaching the a pretty, naïve 19-year-old how to do the same was something straight out of a holo-porn. He moaned, as both women continued to stroke and fondle him.
"Miss Ophelia, how long will it take before he squirts?" Dawn asked.
"The depends. It varies from guy to guy and situation to situation, but the more excited he is, the faster it tends to happen." She told her student. "I bet Sean is close, with two sexy women playing with his cock."
"Would it be faster if you sucked his cock Miss Ophelia? If you licked his, his pole like you said earlier?" Dawn asked, trying out another word. As she did, she twisted her hand around the knob of Sean's cock.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure he would shoot a load quickly if I sucked him off. But I bet he'd last even less if you put your virgin mouth on his cock." Miss Ophelia agreed.
Dawn sped up her stroking as she responded. "Oh my gosh, I don't think I could fit this big dick in my tiny little mouth. It too big Miss Ophelia, his cock is just too fucking big."
Sean couldn't take it. He'd never had a woman talk so filthy to him in his life, let alone two who were beating him off. Without any warning he came, spurting a thick load. It took Dawn completely off guard, but luckily Miss Ophelia reacted quickly, cupping her hand over the head of Sean's cock. The blast of semen splattered across her hand, but didn't spray the rest of her or Dawn as it would have otherwise.
Sean's dick pulsed as a second and third load spurted, by the fourth the cum was dripping down Miss Ophelia's hand.
"Holy shit!" Dawn exclaimed in amazement.
"Sometimes guys forget to warn you when they are ready to cum." Miss Ophelia told Dawn.
"Sorry. Really, I didn't realize it would happen that fast." Sean apologized.
"It's okay." Miss Ophelia assured him as she made her way to the sink to clean up. "But Dawn, take that as a note that even with nice guys like Sean, you never know when they are going to spurt."
Sean cleaned up himself, and thanked the women.
"Dawn, why don't you stay here. If you think you're okay, I'll send in the next guy for you to assist while I help someone else." She asked her student.
"Um, yeah. I think I can handle it. I mean, now that I've done it once, it doesn't seem as scary." Dawn said, although she was still quite nervous at the all thought of having to provide relief for a guy alone.
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Class Trip part one is available below, and has 8 more erotic encounters in it...
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